lifetime chondriac
I think I'm sick
Or is it my brain
There's a bunch of possibilities
If I manifest some
Maybe they'll come through
And hinder all
All my dreams from coming true
So I can make excuses from the couch
Keep the speakerphone up loud
I'm probably sick
But it's probably nothing
Just a rubber ball inside my head
Singing no mother fucker no way
Most words from my mouth
Triggers bullshit you'll believe in
But inside of my skull
I couldn't tell you what I look like in the dark
I'm worried sick
There's blood in my spit
Every time I finish making conversation
With someone I love
Or someone I hate
Telling me I shouldn't wait for their reaction
I'm probably sick
But it's probably nothing
Just a rubber ball inside my head
Singing no mother fucker no way
Most words from my mouth
Triggers bullshit you'll believe in
But inside of my skull
I couldn't tell you what I look like in the dark
The search for peace
Stops with me
I'm so unable to create that place
I'm no longer young
I've outgrown my crutch
Give me jesus
Give me liquor
I can't get much sicker
Give me jesus
Give me liquor
I can't get much sicker
Give me jesus
Give me liquor
I can't get much sicker
Give me jesus
Give me liquor
I can't get much sicker
Give me something for this darkness
I can't be more fucking heartless
Or is it my brain
There's a bunch of possibilities
If I manifest some
Maybe they'll come through
And hinder all
All my dreams from coming true
So I can make excuses from the couch
Keep the speakerphone up loud
I'm probably sick
But it's probably nothing
Just a rubber ball inside my head
Singing no mother fucker no way
Most words from my mouth
Triggers bullshit you'll believe in
But inside of my skull
I couldn't tell you what I look like in the dark
I'm worried sick
There's blood in my spit
Every time I finish making conversation
With someone I love
Or someone I hate
Telling me I shouldn't wait for their reaction
I'm probably sick
But it's probably nothing
Just a rubber ball inside my head
Singing no mother fucker no way
Most words from my mouth
Triggers bullshit you'll believe in
But inside of my skull
I couldn't tell you what I look like in the dark
The search for peace
Stops with me
I'm so unable to create that place
I'm no longer young
I've outgrown my crutch
Give me jesus
Give me liquor
I can't get much sicker
Give me jesus
Give me liquor
I can't get much sicker
Give me jesus
Give me liquor
I can't get much sicker
Give me jesus
Give me liquor
I can't get much sicker
Give me something for this darkness
I can't be more fucking heartless
Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Hohmann
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